But the main element at work was a frisbee-warping, cramp-igniting, heat hovering over 100 degrees--the kind of sun that quickly turns icy Gatorade into a syrupy sludge and makes food that isn't frozen as appetizing as melted crayons. Players were sunburned, dehydrated, worn out, and cramped up; an odd phenomenon occurred thanks to the fact the fields were so heavily watered the night before, there was a 4 foot invisible barrier of humidity hovering just above the grass. Luckily, my research into hydration and cramping prevented me from getting tight (magnesium my friends, that's the key!) and I played fairly well with my new pals. I might be a redneck if... well, I just checked and I am a redneck! 8 hours in ultra violet radiation will do that.
Tomorrow I have my normal A-League games (two of my teammates made it to the finals of the GRUB tournament by the way) which will be STILL be hot and dry, but with enough rest I should be fine. Like many of my sports pursuits, frisbee is one that I know I could reach that "next level" if I put the time into it, but as is my pattern, there are too many other fun things to do.
So we'll see. A few jobs are close, I can feel it! I've had more interviews lately and I'm ready to find something good. Finally, today is my Grandpa's birthday--we'll say he's turning 29 :) I wanted to be in Maine for his big day but as it turns out neither he nor I could make it up there this year for the 23rd. Nonetheless, a happy birthday to the guy who I'm named for--I couldn't ask for a better name association!
